A good birthday

In the spirit of sharing collections (like here, here, here and here), I thought I'd share some of the things that helped make my recent birthday extra-special. Of course, after I'd arranged everything for the photo and then "struck the set," I remembered a couple I left out [insert pilgrim candle holders and "Wisdom of Narnia" book].


I woke up early, grabbed a bite at McDonald's and hit the gym with Superman. Then we came home and broke in my new season of "Frasier." After a long bath and some lunch, I wondered some of my favorite stores for a couple hours before meeting up with a friend to finish up the shopping. Dinner was sushi and hot sake in a private room with hubby, followed by homemade citrus cheesecake and brownie bites (a la JEB) at my Mom's. Oh, and my 4-year-old nephew W called to wish me a happy birthday just after my bath earlier in the day.

Good birthday, good life. Thanks to everyone who sent their well wishes! You are a blessing to me.

4 comments:

"Molly McGee" said...

Who got you blue like jazz, JEB's husband? Because Elphaba's friends with the author incase you didn't know.

And (I know how you love it when I start sentences with that word) just out of curiosity, how exactly does one "wonder" a store?

Lois E. Lane said...

Hmmm...good question...and what did YOU get me for my birthday?

P.S. I had heard that about the author. I'm excited to dig in!

melissa said...

Ooo, looks like a pile of yummy presents. Books and tea are always good ideas to me too! My kids would willingly take the Potter off of your hands, and Tazo has to be one of the best teas.

Bet you've enjoyed all your goodies. :)

Missy said...

I love me some Donald Miller.

Ok, let me be completely shallow for a moment.

When I read Blue Like Jazz a couple years ago, the whole time I was reading it, I was developing this huge author crush on Don. I pictured him being total cool gorgeous Christian guy...with the bare feet, only occasionally covered by Birkenstocks, the longish hair, the guitar...basically, I pictured Derek Webb. Then my friend Jenny met him at a thingy she organized. I asked her, "Was he just totally gorgeous??" and waited breathlessly for her reply. Which was, "Um, no. A little, um, frumpy, actually. Not cute at all, kinda."

Man. That was disappointing.

See? I'm pretty shallow.

Maybe you are too and I shouldn't have told you that before you read it.